Many years later, Lin Yuejian could still remember the pleasant scent of sandalwood on the boy's school uniform in the midsummer of that year, as well as the gentle words "cover it, little bride." Perhaps he would experience many such torturous hot summers in the future, but none of them could compare to the year when he first met Yun Zhou. It was Yun Zhou who allowed her originally bleak life to peek into the sky and feel the heat of midsummer again.
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"What, can't you take your eyes away?" Yun Zhou saw the little girl staring at him with red cheeks, and asked unconsciously, with a tone that said, "I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to be so obsessed."
"Do you think you look like an ancient bride waiting to be uncovered?" Lin Yuejian really thinks so. The bride's beautiful face is hidden under the hijab. At this moment, Yunzhou should be the one, right?
"...?"
"Or rather, a famous geisha wearing a veil in ancient times." There was more certainty in her tone.
"..."
"What do you think?"
"I think?" Yun Zhou was about to laugh angrily. He looked down at Lin Yuejian and found that her face was actually red from the sun, and her tender white ears also had signs of being sunburned. The high ponytail she had in the afternoon was hanging slightly on the back of her head, and the strands of hair on her temples were also lying on her face. He looked away and replied lightly, "It's not that good."
Before Lin Yuejian could react, the next second, a large school uniform was covered over her head, and Yun Zhou's muffled voice came from outside the uniform: "It's covered, little bride."
When the dandy young master met the ignorant and cold beautiful girl, he fell from the top of coldness to the bottom. Sometimes I have to admit that some love is destined for you to practice with me.
Intention: When I love you, everything is gentle
